“It will be worth it, I promise.”
“The coffee?”
The panther laughed once more. “Well, I was going to say the story, but the coffee is quite good here, so, yes.”
+It was only another minute or two of waiting before Hasher waved to get their attention, gesturing to three paper cups sitting on the bar, ready for them. Slow Hours dropped the cone of silence and winced at the sudden barrage of sounds that followed. “Thank you,” she said, bowing. “By the way, we were hoping to meet up with a cocladist of ours. She is a skunk, a furry, built rather like myself. Have you seen her around?”
+Wiping their hands on a towel hooked into the strings of their apron, Hasher nodded, tilting their head over toward the couch full of robots. “The one who was sleeping there the last few weeks, I’m guessing?”
+“Sleeping?” Slow Hours asked, frowning.
+“Yeah. She would just kind of curl up at one end for a few hours and nap. No biggie, of course,